The other day I met with a new therapist. It’s an interesting thing to meet someone new when you have a lengthy history with another therapist.
But the truth is I’m not in the same place as when I first started therapy, and it’s useful to start with someone who only knows me for who I am now. They don’t necessarily need to know how I got here. I will share relevant information, but it’s essentially a fresh start with someone new and objective. We haven’t even started yet, but I can feel things bubbling up from the past.
My kids are without a doubt the most important people in the world to me. Some recent introspection has me feeling sorry for several things, but this hits hard for me right now.